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6 THE PERRYSBURG JOURNAL, FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 20, 1908. JSMO&YHAR&tNG XVNLKP WMUMi f' Ittttn IW 1 ITiliai tfcHWTTTlT i TTTWT1' r Jit Till y -"","- - $m 4W Y- J,1SV- A t' KJ" $& 4? t'f s&ms Wss ss 3ie j5?v- tffcm t vtem' HVfeS. S?$$S$ rSVft r S BMSWHt-1 feffcft xV-?? -&' V4 :r JSsjtf U S vitMP m SUl KlS?- fsrc .-.. N i". riw & ft f$Jf. r"-Ww "SS2S5 3 i'3 :mi Vfl J ESS raw $ 2 " J.ANDN6 FXOM THE. IMAY FLOWER r PLYMOUTH QCk ?S & lSJ IIANKSGIVING and Its story Is one of the best known and cherished of the American in stitutions and lore. It never grows old. The little chlldicn still tin 111 nt the recital of the bravery of the Plymouth colony. They exult In the piowess of Miles Standish and his bravo boy soldiers and they weep over the hardships that the little boys and girls endured ex iled In a foreign land. They laugh in merry glee at the first Thanksgiving dinner with Its Indian guests. Young peo ple all love the sweet story of Priscllla, the Puritan mat den. Men and women tinning a moment in busy lives to glance backwaid feel a deep satisfaction in the knowl edge of the bravery of their fathers who laid the founda tions of the nation and who left them a hciitagc of stur dy courage and democratic ideals. The traditions of a country never grow old. They have a perennial youth. Stories and traditions become em bodied In the epochs of u nation's life and literature from which the latter generations find sustenance. The tales of the bravo men of a country, of their sacrifices, and noble deeds of courage, of loyalty and of strength, come to be a part of the nntion's thought and its life. They form ideals toward which the character of the community grows and develops. The story of Thanksgiving Is a sim ple ono from many viewpoints; but it Is so rich In sub stance that Its inspiration Is felt to day all over the Unit ed States. In England the Puritans were unhappy. They separat ed from the Chinch of England and held services in prl vato houses or in the open nir. These were called Sep aratists. They were arrested as law-breakers, and fined or imprisoned. About tho time the Jamestown colony was planted, a hand of these Separatists went to Ley den, In Holland, where they could enjoy freedom of worship. They stayed there 12 years. These Pilgrims were mainly farmers, and had difficulty to earn their living In the Dutch cities or gardens. Their children wero obliged to attend Dutch schools, and were fast losing tho use of the English tongue. The sons of the Pilgrims entered tho Dutch army and navy, and tho young people began to Intormarry. The Pilgrims feared that if they stayed in Holland any longer, their families would becomo Dutch. They decided that they would llko to go to America. They sent two men to get permission of tho London company to settle on Its land. The com pany was glad to get them for colonists, and gave them a charter of privileges. Tho race spirit had cried against Its loss by absorp tion. Tho stui dy English men desired to keep Intact their language and their racial characteristics and worship 3od as they deemed right. It was In December that they made a landing on the coast of Massachusetts. There were men with hoary hair Amidst that pilgrim band Why bad they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land? There was woman's feailoss eye, Lit by her deep love's truth; Thero was manhood's brow serenely high. And tho fiery heart "of youth. What sought they thus afar? Bright jowels of the mlno? The wealth of seas, tho spoils of war? They sought a faith's pure shrine! Ay, call it holy ground, Tho soil whero first they trod; They lnrt unstaln'd what there they found Freedom to worship God. It was a terrible winter they lived through unused to tho climate away from tho comforts of civilization. Better times came, Tho summer wus a fruitful ono nnd autumn saw tho little colony with stores that would keep thorn through tho coming winter. The baibarous foes of tho west had not molested them, although they lived there, a tiny colony, shut In from friends by tho vast soa to the east and tho forest primeval stretching to tho north, west and south of them. Thoy weio thank ful for their blessings and bo set aside a day In which to express their gratltudo to tho Good All Father. They wero not rich In worldly goods, but thoir hearts reached out to all humanity, and so on that feast day thoy invited to their table Mnssasolt, an Indian chief, and 40 of his braveB. It was a great undertaking for that small group, yet thoy gavo fiom their hcaits In tho fullness of their .Gratltudo. This sweet and wholcsomo spirit has become a part of tho national colobratlon. Thanksgiving Is a day of festivity, of family icunlon, of feasting nnd of glad jiess. An atmosphere of satisfaction porvades It. Tho ana lytical mind can but mako comparisons of today and yes torduy, and speculate on tho morrow. Thut mind sees how tho gicat catastiophes that fell upon tho nation have :?r . -,, r &,). 9S? J E.T A, ' 'fit A v t W& k2"! Bfc S.f . r i V vl passed by. It sees tho onward tiend of nil things. It sees that for every hard ship there Is an al leviating condition, and so courage Is taken aficsh. This same mind counts Its blessings and turns to the less for tunate. There Is no doubt regaiding the satis faction the Pilgrim fathers had in enter taining their Indian guests. They wero oxpiessing their gratitude by helping others and making other lives brighter. This spirit is tho patron saint of Thanksgiving. Many people feel that their mite Is small. It counts for Ilttlo compared with the needs! That is true, no doubt. But calculate the mites of the city of Mil waukee, and imagine tho joy of tho unfor tunate. The Associat ed Charities knows of many families where a Thanksgiv ing dinner would bring joy to the hearts of little chil dren, and ' hope to tho sick. The mites would count thoro One dinner will make a family happy and that organization knows of many places where there can be no Thanksgiving dinner, with out the contributions of the open-hearted and thoso im bued with the spirit of the Pilgrims' Thanksgiving. Not fnr from Milwaukee are the sick poor, unfortunate men and women, through no fault of their own in many cases, "ssr ZU Ss.'-I&53 m .Ym (&J a "i m i &' iiy& & i rv ' &&&$. m fc j& t?jf SS8tf&3 & 2n seu! & lte Sssesg S.W m w g?0 TfSJJT MOAH WSiTOA TO WOUZ6 ;&( $ m &? M ?W.' k mm zy. eve - B SEC-TOW ZCG? m sx ,- . ,, vtratRww r Sftry vj t JL V,'. . , i5?u i'H.V" 2? 3"sl J;' &B&&3igsigg&' t& .v sS OWG To GHI&C& fTAJP COMfU.n-r.. er' " V t. 7i -'. rjr ".Mf - OErf5"S." Ji'rtS' t.A.i t. s.-Jj.,.. .i tf'.j&Z,i.J who are 111 and suffering, cared for by tho county. A donation of fruit or delicacies, of magazines, or of flowers to brighten thel,r sad lives, would not leave the donor poorer, but would bring into some life a sweetness of restored confidence in humanity. Not far away are the orphan asylums, where little TMHMDCS OYMG SPIRIT By HELEN ERUE WALLACE KSS, HAT is the Thanksgiving spirit we bring to our holiday? Wo know what it was In the good old days when savages lurked and famine stalked for tho undoing of men and women who, tucked away In crevices among tho nncestral cradles, candlesticks and tankards that cumbeied tho Mayflower, were finally dumped on an inhospitablo shoio. We know what it Is aimed to be. But what In reality It Is, this spirit thai Is supposed to run rampant on tho Inst Thursday of November? How many Americans even remember tho origin of the holiday and tho purpose to which it was dodlcated, much less oven sum up their blessings, Individual and national? Wo'vo had merry Thanksgivings given over to pumpkin pie, turkey and catching up broken or stretched family ties; wo'vo had frivolous Thanksgivings when wo have shouted ourselves hoarso and run tho risk of pneumonia for our favorite football horo, or, havo laughed and cried with tho rest of tho holiday keeping matineo throng; wo'vo had sad Thanksgivings when loneliness has caught us in her giip nnd tno memories of brighter days havo seared our quivering hearts; but who of us has had a thankful Thanksgiving? Not ninny of us, If we would bo honest enough to confess It. Yot why not? It Is what tho day Is for to tako stock of our bless ings nnd glvo crodlt for them. Who of us is bo down in our luck as to bo blesslngless? Suiely In 3G5 long days thoro havo been a few when something good has como our way. If thoro havo boen thon it is only good manners, If nothing else, to mako acknowledgment of them. Somohow moBt of us aro bettor mathematicians when wo lockon our woes than whon our blessings nro com puted. No uddlng machine Is necessary to got nt tho sum total of our misfortunes. We multiply with lightning rapidity the times our friends have failed us, our business has come a cropper, or our health has gone to the bad. An hour of toothache makes moro impression than a year without tho dentist; ono stock that drops will cause moro agony of mind than a twelvemonth of in flation gives pleasuro; a slight will ranklo whero a kind ness is forgotten. We can seo how they, poor hungry, half-frozen terror stricken Puritans had much to bo thankful for; but If they had tho Indian, wo have tho railroads to mutilate us. If wo haven't found any causes for Thanksgiving here tofore, it is for tho good of our souls to mako a systematic hunt. Rest assured it will not ho unavailing. It will mako new women of us If wo onco learn to reckon our mercies. There is no greater sweetener of tho disposition and smoother of tho tangles of life, than to think on tho things wo havo to mako us happy. If wo would grow Into sour, disgruntled women with whole baskets of chips on our shoulders and a bunch of grievances to make us tho torrorof our acquaintances, let us acquire tho habit of thinking nil tho world better off in blessings than wo aro. The Thanksgiving spirit need not, nay, should not be limited to ono day onco a year. Spread it over 305 days, uud throw In the nights, but mako .Thursday, tho 2Gth, a gala day of thankfulness when tho accumulated mercies of many months will bo summed up and gratefully ac knowledged. Giatitudo is cxpcnslvo, or should bo, so tho direct re sult of tho true Thanksgiving spirit is to pass tho mercies along. From our storo of blcBslngs somo scraps should bo culled for thoso less favored. Tho lonely, tho sick In tho hospitals, thoso to whom Thanksgiving Joys nro unknown all should como In for a sharo of our attention, that thoir day may ho mndd brighter nnd they, loo, hnvn n chnnco to reckon thoir causes of Thanksgiving, children bereft of parents still lovo all of thoso things that a father's or mother's thoughtfulness bestows, but which must sometimes be denied in an Institution whore there aro many needs to bo filled. , Tho old men and women at tho Littlo 'ifij it Sisters of tho Poor, Homo for me Ageu. appreciate the diversion of Thanksgiving day In their days of life's decline. Tho ilnv ran Im mniln lirlchtor for them. too. Aife-iliK If tho people of Milwaukee are thoughtful. iy-vi5-njjin lniY ino nai la u luufj unu initio v" mio ...- bo sent and where they will Help to mano Hvns n little brighter. There Is the Cath- "K rUl niio nova' home, tho Home for tho Friend less, the Lutheran Homo for the FeebIe- minded, the Milwaukee House of Mercy, v the Wisconsin Homo and Farm School, tho Flower Mission, the Rescue Mission, tho Children's Free hospital, the Women's hos pital. Aid society, and others. Each family knows of somo other family for whom tho day can bo made happier. How much small things count is exem plified by an episode that took place In a nnr Tinrf nf tho citv recently. It was told by a Ilttlo girl. She leaned ngalnst her teacher's knee and said naively: "You know, teacher, that the man that lives down our alley was arrested. Ho had a little girl llko me. They took him away and he can't come home for a long time and bring them any money. That littlo girl she did not havo any dress, only a torn ono with big holes In It, nnd she would get cold through tho holes. I had two dresses. So my mother sho gavo ono of them to that little, girl bo she could go to school, because It Is so cold at homo. Nights, after I go to bed, my mother sho washes out my dress so It will bo clean tho next day." Tho spirit of Thanksgiving that has como to us from our ancestors of old Plymouth has permeated through our national life and is so well and so boautlfully mani fested In the oplsodo of tho poor woman and her mite. Tho Influence of that first Thanksgiving has spread over the land and here in Milwaukee It will bo manifest ed by a generous outpouring from tho grateful hearts. Do not hesltato becauso you have so little to glvo. That Ilttlo may mean much to him who has nothing, and think of tho accumulation of little. Let us bo. worthy of tho Institution of our fathers. ISLES OF THE BLEST.' Western Iielnnd has been excited over a particularly clear mirage seen near Ballyconnelly, a town on tho wild Connomara const. Tho spectuclo of n beautifully situated small town, with buildings of different sizes and varying styles of archl- tecturo, was seen rising out of tho sea apparently about V six or seven miles westward. Hundreds gathered to wit ness tho sight, which was visible from three until six p. m., when It gradually vanished. Mnny old legends of Irish folkloro speak of a mystic land far away In tho western ocoun, variously known as TIrnanogo, Iloy-Urnzll, Moy Mell and tho Land of tho Ever Young. In the book of the Dun Cow, preserved In the Itoyal Irish ncademy In Dublin a volume moro than 1,000 yoaxs old tho story Is told how Prince Connla of tho Golden Hair, son of King Conn of tho Hundred Battles, was car ried off by fairies to tho Isles of tho Bleat. Standing on the shore With his nobles and his royal futhor, Prlnco Connla saw a boat of shining crystal mov ing toward him. Whon tho glittering veuscl touched tho shore, a fairy, llko u human being, richly drcsBod, camo forth, and addressing Connla ondoavoiod to entice him to accompany hot'. At last the fairy chanted a fow stanzas llko tho Lorelei of Gorman legend. Bowltched by hor sweot voice, Prlnco Connla stopped into tho magic boat, and, carrlod from sight In nn Instant, wuh novor soon again In hla natlYi land. Now York Sun.